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Thankyou for your patience. My apologies for taking so long to update.
Also apologies for any spelling/punctuation mistakes I've probably made.
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It was with more than a little reluctance that Bender pushed his chair back away from the table.
The six detainees, had not uttered a word to each other since Elenore had forged the signature, but the silence broke at the sound of the legs scraping against the floor.
Elenore had begun to feel comfortable with Bender being next to her. She had even relaxed a little as he had continued to play with her hair. But she was a little startled when he got up from his seat.
"Where are you going?" She asked looking up from her book, genuinely confused.
"Why? You gonna miss me?" He turned back around and slowly edged backwards towards his original table. A cheeky smile plastered across his face.
"Don't flatter yourself." Elenore mumbled in response. But the truth was, now that she was on her own, she felt lonely. Not to mention a little disappointed that he had moved.
"In a minute, Vernon will come right through those doors." He pointed towards said doors as he sat down. "You might wannna put your book away." He nodded towards the book in her hand as he began to tie his scarf round his head.
She only nodded and dragged her bag towards her.
When the book was safely hidden, she turned back round so her body was facing the door. It had only been five seconds that her book had been away from her, but she was already bored. With a sigh, she put her feet up on the still warm chair next to her, just as Bender started whistling.
She had to hold in a laugh at his appearance.
After a moment of only Bender whistling, Brian joined in, swiftly followed by Andrew and Claire. Elenore shrugged her shoulders as she too, started to whistle. Even Allison joined in. But as soon as the door banged shut behind Vernon, everyone stopped. Well, almost everyone.
Bender changed tune and started to whistle Beethoven's Fifth, looking down at his desk as if he had never seen the Principle enter the room.
"Alright girls," The man started as Bender finished. "That's thirty minutes for lunch."
"Here?" Andrew asked like he was disgusted at the notion of having to eat food in a library.
"Here." Vernon replied.
"Well I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place for us to eat lunch in sir." It almost sounded as if Andrew knew that Vernon would not let them anywhere near the cafeteria.
"Well, I don't care what you think, Andrew." The older man commented snidely.
It was Bender's turn to speak up now. "Uh, Dick, excuse me, Rich... will milk be made available to us?"
"We're extremely thirsty Sir..." Andrew added on.
"I have a really low tolerance for dehydration." Claire supplied.
"I've seen her dehydrate Sir, it's pretty gross." Elenore smirked at the glare Claire sent to Andrew at his words. But it turned into a soft smile when she realised that these three people were banding together in their attempt to make sure that they didn't go thirsty.
"Relax." Bender said like he had a grand plan, and apparently he did." Elenore and I will get it." He stood up, Elenore did the same.
"Ah, ah, ah. Grab some wood there bub! You too Cooper." Her smile vanished as she took her seat again. "You think I was born yesterday?" He started questioning as Bender slowly sat back down. "You think I'm gonna have you roaming these halls?" Bender nodded along as if he understood completely.
"It was worth a try." Elenore mouthed to Bender. He gave her a slight nod to show her he understood.
"You." Vernon pointed at Andrew. The boy in question visibly slouched as if he knew what was coming. Vernon now looked around at the other people in the room, avoiding Bender altogether. Elenore scoffed a little as she watched Andrew indicate Claire, who sat up a little straighter. Yeah, because Vernon would pick Claire, just because Andrew had pointed at her. "And you." Vernon's finger was now directed at Allison. But she didn't respond. "Hey! What's her name? Wake her! Wake her up!" He snapped his fingers at her. "Come on, on your feet missy! Let's go! This is no rest home!"
Allison shared an annoyed look with Elenore. This man really needed to learn how to deal with teens.
"There's a sot drink machine in the Teacher's Lounge." Andrew, who now looked thoroughly miserable at the notion of having to spend time alone with Allison, got up out of his seat. "Let's go!"
Allison, moved past Elenore's table, just as Andrew went to do the same thing. They both stopped and stood apart like they didn't want to touch one another. And Elenore rolled her eyes at their childishness.
Andrew moved closer to Brian, holding out his hand for drink money. Brian quickly took his wallet from his pocket and found the appropriate amount of money.
"Come on. Shake a tail feather. Let's go. Hurry up!" Elenore rolled her eyes at the Principle's impatience. She would make sure she took her time. "Some people don't even get a lunch hour."
Andrew now turned to Bender. Bender turned to Brian, his hand held out waiting for some money. Brian merely looked at it before he slapped it. Elenore had to press her lips together to hold in the laugh that she was sure would escape at any second at the boy's actions.
"Come on. Haganaga!" Vernon shouted.
Bender looked at the Brian with nothing but annoyance etched over his face. It took him a moment to realise his mistake, but after that moment, Brian laughed at himself, embarrassed, before once more reaching into his pocket and taking out his wallet. He looked over at Bender as he handed the money over, shrugging a little.
Andrew now turned to look at Elenore. Who smiled at him as she reached for her bag. It was a smile that told him she was going to be a while. The corner of his mouth twitched a little, as he leant against her table. But she got no other reaction from him.
She started to rummage through the contents of her bag, that was now sat on her lap, not actually paying attention to anything that brushed against her hand. Her head was practically in the bag as she pretended to search.
"Cooper." Vernon spoke, her head snapped up. His words were laced thickly with annoyance. "If you don't get a move on, you'll have another Saturday."
Her shoulders slumped and her eyes rolled. She unzipped the inner pocket and took out a handful of change. She held the money out in the palm of her hand to Andrew, who then sorted through the coins, picking up the correct amount for her. Andrew nodded to her that he had enough, and her money was placed back in the pocket and zipped back up again.
It was Claire's turn.
"Excuse me Sir... um... can you break this?" The red head held up a fifty dollar note. Elenore's eyes widened. Why the hell would you carry a fifty dollar note to school with you? She wondered to herself. She couldn't help the slight sneer that appeared on her lips. Vernon breathed a laugh, as if he too, could not believe she carried that sort of money around.
After a few minutes of money changing hands, Andrew left, Allison slowly trailing behind him. Vernon took one last disinterested look at the remaining teenagers, before he too left the room.
As soon as he had vanished, Elenore was once more rooting through her bag as she searched for her book. When it was in the safety of her hand, she stood up and moved towards the back of the library.
The three other detainees watched her. Bender wondered if she was going to sit next to him. His hand moved to the back of the chair to pull it out for her, but when she continued walking past him, getting closer to the ugly statue with every step, he merely pulled it out to rest his feet on it, like that had been his plan all along.
He watched her take a seat at the base of the statue, stretching her legs out in front of her as he took his scarf off, swiftly followed by his denim jacket.
He only hesitated a moment longer before he got up and walked in her direction. He took a seat on the table a few steps away from her and pulled a book out, resting it on his leg and opening it at a random page.
It wasn't long before Brian came over and sat on top of the railing. In the space of a few more minutes, Claire was leaning against the statue, hovering over Elenore, reading a few sentences over her shoulder before she got bored and started to daydream.
Bender, all his attention on the girl who was reading, swallowed thickly as she started biting her lip. He was getting hot, and he didn't mean the sweaty type of hot.
Before he let himself dive into any serious daydreams that involved Elenore, an empty library and the table he was currently sat on, he turned his focus to the red head instead. He felt a lot better just taking his gaze away from Elenore. But his voice was still deep. It was the voice he would have used if he had been alone with Elenore.
"Claire." She looked over at him.
If Bender hadn't spoke up, Elenore wouldn't have noticed that everyone else was now standing or in the boys case sitting around the statue. Her shoulders slumped. Would she ever get the chance to read alone today?
"You wanna see a picture of a guy with Elephantitus of the nuts?" Bender had cooled down now, and he smirked as Claire rolled her eyes. "It's pretty tasty..."
Elenore listened, but didn't bother joining in.
"No thank you..." Claire responded a little disgusted as she began to fiddle with her nails.
"How do you think he rides a bike?" Bender continued. Elenore couldn't see the other girls reaction, but she could only imagine that it was a snide one.
"Oh, Claire...would you ever consider dating a guy like this?"
"Can't you just leave me alone?" She asked irritatedly.
"I mean if he had a great personality and was a good dancer and had a cool car...Although you'd probably have to ride in the back sear 'cause his nuts would ride shotgun." Bender finished.
"You know what I wish I was doing?" Claire mumbled. Elenore just rolled her eyes, still not looking away from her book.
"Op, watch what you say, Brian here is a cherry."
"A cherry." Brian spoke up.
"I wish I was on a plane... to France." She answered her own question.
Elenore sighed before tearing her eyes away from her book to look up at Claire. "For the shopping right?" She couldn't help but sound disgusted. Claire looked down at her. She seemed surprised that she had responded.
"Well... yeah. Why else would I go to France?" She sounded genuinely confused.
"Oh, I don't know, you could go to France to visit Paris where you could go to the Eiffel Tower, you could go to the Catacombs, you go to the Arc de Triomphe. There are plenty of things to do that don't involve shopping."
"Have you been before?" Claire asked her sounding intrigued.
Elenore nodded. "Once when I was nine." Her voice had become softer at the memory. "My Dad took me. But I had to stay in the hotel room for the whole week 'cause I had a co-"
"...Claire did it!" Bender interrupted her. Both girls looked over at him at the sound of Claire's name, wondering what had been discussed between the two boys.
"What are you talking about?" Claire asked looking at Brian.
"Uh, nothin' nothin'." He told her before he looked back at Bender. "Let's just drop it, we'll talk about it later."
"No, drop what, what're you talking about?" Claire insisted.
"Well, Brian's trying to tell me that in addition to the number of girls in the Niagra Falls area, that presently you and he are, riding the hobby horse!" Bender replied.
Elenore had only known him for a matter of hours, but to her, that really didn't sound like something Brian would say. But then she realised that he had been talking to Bender. And sometimes, boys told tall tales about themselves to try to show off. She knew about that kind of thing first hand.
"Little pig!" Claire remarked.
"No I'm not! I'm not! John said I was a cherry and I said I wasn't, that's it, that's all that was said!" The blonde attempted to defend himself.
"Well then what were you motioning to Claire for?" Bender asked trying to get the boy in even more trouble.
"You know I don't appreciate this very much, Brian."
"He is lying!" Brian pointed at the Criminal.
"Oh you weren't motioning to Claire, you were motioning to Nory?" Bender questioned sounding angry as he asked the second part of his sentence. Elenore looked behind her as if a seventh detainee had magically appeared. Who the hell was Nory?
"You know he's lying, right?" Brian was trying desperately to make the red head believe him, ignoring the second question.
"Were you or were you not motioning to Claire?"
"Yeah, but it was only...was only because I didn't want her to know that I was a virgin, okay?" Brian mumbled only just loud enough for them to hear. "Excuse me for being a virgin, I'm sorry..."He continued becoming a little louder, now that the truth was finally out there.
Claire laughed before she moved over to the table Bender was sat on, stepping over Elenore's legs carefully.
"Why didn't you want me to know you were a virgin?"
"Because it's personal business, it's my personal, private business." He placed his hand on his chest as he answered Claire's question. Elenore nodded to herself, agreeing with what he had just said.
"Well Brian, it doesn't sound like you're doing any business..." Bender sounded smug as he spoke.
"I think it's okay for a guy to be a virgin..." Claire said causing Bender to whip his head round to look at her. Brian just looked as if he didn't believe her.
"You do?" He asked quietly.
Claire simply smiled and nodded. "What about you Ellie?" Claire turned to the other girl.
"I think it's great you're a virgin Brian, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it" Bender's face was currently priceless; shocked with a mixture of anger. "It means you're saving yourself for someone special right?" She asked him. Brian nodded. "Me too." Elenore beamed at him, informing the other three that she herself was a virgin.
She laughed at Brian as he sneered at Bender.
She quickly turned her focus back to the pages of her book when she realised that Brian staring at Claire. And that Claire was now staring at Brian. A soft smile playing on both of their lips.
She chanced a glance up at Bender. Who was unashamedly staring at her. She watched as he swallowed thickly as her cheeks began to burn.
Where the hell was Allison with those drinks. The sooner she returned, the better.
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A Fanfiction Writer.